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posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 12:25 AM
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a reply to: LookingForABetterLife

Thank you Blue! OMG I heard we are getting a blizzard. Too much snow!!!!!!! Right after the ice storm the other day...Gah!



edit on 25-12-2017 by Night Star because: (no reason given)




posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 12:41 AM
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originally posted by: WalkInSilence
a reply to: Gordi The Drummer

Well you are true inspiration Sir Gordi of The Shedlands.
Yes may we have a feast a gathering.


I thank you my dear WIS (bowing) - A Gathering there shall be!
I'll start flavouring the Gins!



posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 12:42 AM
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originally posted by: LookingForABetterLife
a reply to: Gordi The Drummer

Sir Gordi of the lands far away from me, that the best Christmas story I have ever heard. Good writing and good story telling as well. Cheers to you my friend.


Thanks "Luke"!
What can I get you from the sheds Christmas bar?



posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 12:42 AM
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Merry Christmas !

My Best wishes for all the shed family!

I hope you all have the opportunity to spend some quality time with your loved ones!

Have fun and stay safe!

/hangs his shrinky dink "snoopy sleeping on his doghouse" ornament upon an empty branch, before leaving another jar of pixie dust on the mantle and making a mad dash for the door, giggling maniacally..




Respectfully,
~meathead
edit on 25-12-2017 by Mike Stivic because: I'm not saying the pixie dust is trichomes..I'm also not saying it's not....

edit on 25-12-2017 by Mike Stivic because: it is......



posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 12:46 AM
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A festive shout out to all of our absent friends (and lurkers) - whether we've met yet or not!
This wee candle is just for YOU, to guide you to our table, to light your journey and to keep you warm & safe.

If you can't be with your family or loved ones... there's a warm fire and great company right here.

Merry Christmas.



posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 01:47 AM
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a reply to: Gordi The Drummer

That Sir Gordi of the Shedlands was perfect!

Merry Christmas to you and your lovely family Gordi! Hugs!







posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 01:49 AM
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a reply to: Mike Stivic

Mike, it's been too long! So very happy to see you my friend!







posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 01:50 AM
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posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 03:11 AM
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a reply to: Gordi The Drummer

Careful folks ... Gordi is a suspected arsonist.

Well he's always arson around ...







posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 04:41 AM
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posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 06:49 AM
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originally posted by: Timely

Careful folks ... Gordi is a suspected arsonist.

Well he's always arson around ...



(___!___)



posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 08:35 AM
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Good Morning and Merry Christmas Jess and all my other Lovlies!

Timely, and Gordi...LOL!

Weather looks bad out there. Hope it's not slippery since we are going out to a restaurant for Christmas lunch. Not sure how much snow is out there and it's supposed to be pretty windy. Gah!




posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 09:15 AM
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Merry Christmas everyone! Hope everyone has a love filled (and good food filled) day!



posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 09:45 AM
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a reply to: chelsdh

Merry Christmas Chels! I'll be leaving in about an hour. Have a wonderful day!





posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 12:54 PM
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Merry Christmas one and all!

Tis not much, but, vagrant storyteller that I am, I hope it will be enough to warm your hearts and show you I am here. Not a Bush person, no, I stand guard at the door like a statue... But I digress. Hope you all enjoy...

The moon hung with a solitary grace, sending smiles and moonshine down to all upon the many realms she shone her face on. She was full of love, and the light she sent down was full of magic and wonder, even for a place like the Shed where such things were commonplace. The moon was always full of spirit, and cheer, but the mortal beings were celebrating what they called, Christmas... She looked and looked in the many realms she knew, but could not find the one known as Saint Nick, nor his little raindeer. Instead, she saw the mortals themselves giving each other presents, and kindness, and love. She wondered why they bothered with the whole saint nick thing anyways, when they were the ones that made Christmas, truly Christmas.

The snow danced from the clouds above, singing a song only the wind knows. They didn't know it was Christmas, but every crystal shone with an energy above the norm. Lucid Gazed around him, listening to the moon and the snow, and the beings of this world, accasia. He tried to tune himself in to nature, to hear the very worlds view on Christmas. He set pen to the page and was off again.

There- was that the stirrings of a hoof in the sky? And that- wasn't that just the quietest whinny? Of a sudden, there it was- bright red across the silent night- Santa's sleigh, with all of his reindeer! Lucid gasped, and stumbled back in the snow; the clouds murmured to themselves and the snow skipped a beat. Up on her perch, the moon gathered herself to see what was going on in the shed. It couldn't be- he didn't exist(!), but it was...

Saint Nick! Suddenly laughter boomed through the sky, as the moon doubled in size and the very wind came alive with songs of life. "HO, HO, HO" lucid watched as Santa landed on the roof of the shed, and, with a wink, as if they were conspirators, grabbed his sack and put a finger to his nosed and positively zoomed down the chimney. Lucid gaped- and then ran to the shed, a breathless, wild run full of joy at the simple movement. He dashed through the door with a leap and a shout "Santa is here, everyone, wake up, Wake up!" He dashed through the house, and through each room. "Santa is come, with presents for all!"

Suddenly the air was yawns and stretches, as a sleepy ensemble followed Lucid into the living room. "I think someone hit the bottle a little too hard" someone said, and another laughed. Lucid looked around wildly, Santa had just been here! He dashed to the door and threw himself out, and stood looking at the sky. But alas, the moon had went back to her normal size, the snow longer danced or sang. Everything was normal, and people decided to go back to bed. Softly, so soft he thought it was just wishful thinking, he heard "merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!" Lucid shook his head and decided to go to bed. Maybe he had had too much to drink, after all. But the moon just smiled.



posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 12:58 PM
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a reply to: Gordi The Drummer

I'll take anything warm and strong today from the bar



posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 12:58 PM
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a reply to: LucidWarrior

Very nice writing Lucid!!

I just wanted to pop in and say Merry Christmas to all.
I hope that everyone finds some joy today.



posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 01:00 PM
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a reply to: Timely

Don't be to hard on Gordi, after all I've heard that arsonist are warm people.



posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 01:13 PM
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a reply to: LucidWarrior

Very well-played and told. I still reckon that someone messed with the Pixie Dust, but I could well be wrong...



posted on Dec, 25 2017 @ 01:14 PM
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a reply to: TNMockingbird






edit on 25/12/17 by LightSpeedDriver because: (no reason given)




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